Adam held Lumma's hand and bowed to old Mr. White. "Thank you for praising her. She is my wife, Lumma. Lumma, this is old Mr. White. He is my best friend and my life guide."
The difference between Adam and old Mr. White was at least sixty years old. But they could still become close friends. It was an enviable friendship between generations.
Seeing their good relationship, Lumma's embarrassment of being held by Adam disappeared. She greeted sweetly, "Hello, old Mr. White!"
"Nice to meet you, too, Lumma!" Old Mr. White was almost a hundred years old. Lumma was much younger than his granddaughter. In his eyes, she was a child. "Thank you for visiting me. You are welcome to come to my house in the future."
"Glad to meet you, too!" Lumma took her hand from Adam's palm and shook hands with old Mr. White. Just as she took her hand back, Adam held it again.
Lumma was speechless.